There'll come a day when you conquer L.A.
And it won't be cause of your pretty eyes.
It will be cause they went from red to wise.

There'll come a day when you conquer L.A.
There'll come a day. Tears dry, they don't stay.

It won't be cause you stooped to lies,
it'll just dawn, like you were born to rise.

It's no mystery, love, we are born in slavery,
not to flee, but to learn how to walk free.

It's no mystery. We all suffer you see, albeit unequally.
Life will guarantee a ride to make your eyes go wide.
Don't close 'em. Keep your balance on the tide.
Some days, there'll be someone by your side,
sometimes their hands will be tied.
No need to scream. No need to hide.
Don't forget it's just a ride.

How can we smile if we don't weep?
How can we dream if we don't sleep?

You'll sail through waters dark and deep
to reach mountains I promise are steep.

And when you feel you've travelled enough,
when your tired and the sea looks too rough,
the blood on your feet will prove you're tough.
It will grease your ankles and loosen the cuff.

There'll come a day when you don't need to pray,
a winters day with your very own personal ray.